HOLD ME TIGHT [Devil's Obsession Series 2]

CHAPTER 21

Punishment

"GREAT JOB, Riri!" Marthy praised, clapping his hands in admiration. Both of them were fixated on the TV, where the famous Turkish Model was strutting in a gown she designed herself, the result of all her hard work paying off. It was clear that she intended to pamper herself after this success.

"You don't even need to finish college, dear. Yung gawa mo, pang propesyonal na talaga you could even work in a company if you wanted," Marthy Noelle stated, sipping his wine as they sat in his condo in Paris.

"I need that degree, Marthy," she replied simply.

Even though she could support herself just fine, having that diploma meant a lot to her. She wanted to make her mother even prouder, malamang sa malamang ay tatawag ito mamaya.

"Well, if you say so. You know what? We should celebrate!" Marthy suggested, getting up and grabbing his purse from the table.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go to Le Balajo."

Le Balajo was a famous club in Paris, a place she hadn't visited before, and she had no intention of doing so. The last time she went to a bar was a total disaster, so she avoided going out like that.

Marthy snapped at her, "Hey, girl, snap out of it."

"Oh, sige tara."

Maybe she needed a break. Just this once, and then back to reality tomorrow. She found herself inside Marthy's car, enjoying the city lights as he drove. Before heading to the club, they made a stop at a salon because, according to Marthy, she looked too haggard and couldn't show up there like that.

"I told you we should've gone to my place to get ready. I've bought so much stuff before heading to your pad, it would be such a waste," she grumbled as they entered the salon.

Marthy waved his hand dismissively. "No, girl. It's on me. I rarely get the chance to spoil my little one." he said, jokingly.

There was nothing she could do as Marthy started to fix her up. He even bought her a sexy black criss-cross dress that showed off her back, insisting that it was picked by his stylist. She was all set to party, and she was pleased with the result. Even Marthy clapped when she emerged, her makeup enhancing her beauty.

"You know, I should've had you model for Victoria's Secret," he sighed with a hint of regret while admiring her.

She playfully brushed her hair. "Nagiging lalake ka naba?"

He raised an eyebrow, pointing to his perfectly done eyebrows and long eyelashes. "Hello? Lalake? Mas makapal pa nga ang kilay at eyelashes ko sa 'yo sasabihan mo 'ko nang lalake. Nakakaloka ka, para kang si Colleen"

"Wow, you're close with Colleen?" hindi makapaniwalang wika n'ya.

"I organized her debut, what did you expect?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Come on, let's go and have some fun."

After a thirty-minute drive, they finally arrived at the club, welcomed by loud music, smoke, and chatter. All eyes were on them, or more precisely, on her. After all, she nailed her look. Nobody dared to approach her, which was probably a good thing, so she wouldn't accidentally hit someone with her heels.

"Two shots of Margarita, please," she requested as she approached the bartender. Marthy was nowhere to be found, having been dragged away by another gay friend. Okay lang, ang mahalaga maganda parin s'ya.

"Place it on my tab."

A deep baritone voice came from behind her, causing her to turn around. She was met with a man, a handsome one at that, who seemed unbothered and had a blank expression on his face. "Excuse me?" she asked.